There once was an old woman with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out on their merry way.
The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:
“Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house.”
Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of twigs, and said:
“Please, man, give me those twigs to build a house.”
Which the man did, and the pig built his house.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:
“Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with.”
So the man gave him the bricks, and he started the long arduous task of building his home.
The first little pig finished his straw house so quickly that he had time to run to the market.
The second little pig finished his twig house so quickly that he had time to cook a roast beef.
The third little pig stayed home, working tirelessly on his house of brick.
Along the road came a wolf, who spotted the straw house and proceeded up the porch.
He knocked. “Little pig, little pig, please let me in.”
To which the pig answered:
“Not by the hair of my chiny chin chin.”
The wolf then shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.”
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house down, but the little pig had already snuck out the back.
And while the wolf searched the wreckage for traces of his next meal, the little pig ran to his friend’s house.
Angrier and more hungry than before, the wolf continued down the path and came upon the twig house of the...